Grant

I woke up drenched in heat. The sheets were tangled around my legs, the room spinning just enough to make my headache scream louder than my thoughts.

I sat up slowly.

Phone beside me. Unread messages. Missed calls. None from her.

I must’ve passed out sometime, still half-clothed. I peeled my shirt off, skin damp, everything feverish and off-kilter.

Aria.

Where the hell was she?

I walked barefoot into the living room, muscles stiff, head pounding. The whole place was dead quiet ...